BlowOuttheCandles (2 page)

“I guess I hoped you’d find them sexy.” She pulled her skirt
up to reveal most of her thighs. The fire in Darin’s eyes matched what burned
inside her at the knowledge of what was about to happen. “Stand up and take a
look.”

“I can see just fine,” he said. “I can see that you haven’t
taken them off yet like I told you. You let me know if I’m coming on too
strong, Tracy, but as long as you don’t say that I’m assuming we’re on the same
page. And that means you’ll do what I want. Do you agree to that?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Is there anything you’d want to absolutely refuse? Anything
that frightens you, infuriates you, or that you find just plain disgusting?
Tell me now.”

Her mind raced. She’d read that Doms asked their subs to set
limits. But put on the spot like this, in the moment, her mind went blank. “I
can’t think of anything.”

“You can tell me at any time if something comes to you.” He
licked his lips. “If you have no limits, that makes it more fun for me, but if
you have them I’ll respect them. I’m not going too far with you tonight, Tracy.
You don’t know enough yet and I’m more interested in fucking you than
dominating you, though I definitely want to do both. Limits can be discussed at
any time. For tonight, if I push too far and you want to slow down, say yellow.
If you need me to stop right away, say red. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said again. So much information. She was having
trouble taking it all in, especially with the heat rushing through her.

“Good.” He held out his hand. “Take off the panties and give
them to me.”

Even though the thong didn’t cover much, the thought of
being completely nude and exposed to Darin both bothered and intrigued her.
Nothing would be in the way of his hands—or his tongue or cock. Even if she
kept her skirt in place he would know she wore nothing beneath it.

It was a hell of a turn-on. She wished she’d thought of it
before his arrival.

Quickly she removed her panties and placed them in his hand.
He nodded approval. “Now pull up your skirt so I can see.”

She considered telling him to pull it up himself if he
wanted to see so badly but she enjoyed his orders and wanted to continue.
Slowly, looking directly into his eyes, she tugged up the hem of her skirt
until the cool air of the room touched her wet pussy.

“You shave,” he said. “That’s fucking hot.”

“Glad you like it.” She smiled. “Want to find out just how
smoothly I shave?”

“Not yet.” He licked his lips. “We’ll have time for that
after dinner.”

Bastard!
He couldn’t intend to leave her this
turned-on without relief. She glared at him and he laughed. “Am I torturing
you?”

“You know you are.” Her cunt ached with need. Just the few
minutes of following his commands had her wanting him so badly she couldn’t
stand it.

“Then take care of it.” With a lazy smile he sat again.
“Play with yourself. Let me watch what you do to get yourself off.”

Her other partners had been too interested in proving
themselves by getting her off to take the time to watch her. She’d never
masturbated in front of a man but she loved the idea of having Darin watch as
she touched herself. It was just one more piece of control he was taking from
her and in these circumstances she was more than willing to give it to him.

“Stay standing,” he said. “So I can see better.”

“It’s easier when I’m sitting.”
Or lying down.
She
doubted he would move from the table if she asked him but he could at least let
her take her seat.

He shook his head. “Stay standing, I said. I want to be able
to see everything you do to yourself and I want to watch your knees tremble
when you come. Pretend I’m the one touching you, Tracy. Imagine my finger
rubbing your clit. I bet it’s nice and swollen for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Taken by another wave of desire, she gasped the word.

“Show me how you want me to touch you.”

With no conscious decision she reached between her legs and
ran her finger over her swollen clit. She moaned softly at the touch she
desperately needed though she had hoped it would come from Darin rather than
herself.

“That’s it,” he said, lowering his voice to a nearly
hypnotic level. “Rub yourself, Tracy. Slide your fingers along your wet slit. I
know you’re wet for me, aren’t you? Ready for my hard cock. You’ll have that
later. For now, pretend. Fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend it’s me.”

Tracy closed her eyes and did as he said, thrusting two
fingers inside herself. She moaned again as her pussy tightened.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” Darin ordered. “Let me see
how fucking turned-on you are. Show me how bad you want me, Tracy.”

The pleasure of her own touch was so intense, Tracy wanted
to keep her eyes closed to savor it. But she had chosen to go along with what
Darin wanted, so she forced her eyelids open. He was watching her with a look
so full of lust she felt it in her core. He wanted her as badly as she wanted
him.

She would have him. As soon as she finished her little show.

Chapter Two

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at me while you fuck
yourself. Tell me how good it feels.”

She wasn’t one for dirty talk during sex but this was a
different situation entirely. She wanted to tell Darin how it felt to have him
watching her. Wanted to tell him how much pleasure she brought herself at his
command. He was being just as forceful as she’d imagined and the reality was so
much better than she’d dreamed. Knowing that she had given him control over her
amplified the pleasure. She hung at the brink of orgasm but refused to allow
herself to come so soon.

“It feels good,” she said softly.

“What feels good?”

“My fingers.” She withdrew them from her opening and rubbed
her clit again, sighing loudly at the more intense touch.

“Your fingers doing what?” he asked.

“Touching myself.” Somehow she doubted that would be enough
detail for him. “Playing with my clit. Fucking my pussy.”

“You like playing with yourself, don’t you?” He smiled. “You
like having me watch you touch yourself. You’re a hot slut, aren’t you?”

She hated being called a slut, even knowing that Darin
intended it to sound sexy not insulting. Time to set him straight. She wasn’t
angry with him, not at all, but she would prove her point. She stopped touching
herself and leaned over to glare at him. “No, I’m a woman who knows how to make
herself feel good. And how to get what she wants.”

“No offense was intended.” He licked his lips. “You’re sexy
when you’re mad, you know that?”

“I’m mad when I’m mad.” She held out her hand. Her juices
glistened on her finger. “You want a taste of that, don’t you?”

“You know I do.” He reached for her hand but she pulled it
back. He looked both disappointed and amused. “I apologize for calling you a
slut. That’s what I meant by limits. That word is one of your limits, and I
won’t use it again. At least not tonight. Sometime I might push that limit just
a bit.” He winked. “Is it okay if I say you’re hot?”

“You can call me hot.” She straightened again. “You can call
me dirty, nasty, even a tease. I just don’t like the word slut. Too many
negative connotations. If people meant it the way you just did I probably
wouldn’t mind it so much.”

“And how do you think I meant it?”

“As a compliment.” She reached between her legs but didn’t
start playing again. Not until she was sure he understood. “You like that I’m
so turned-on I’ll touch myself for you. You like that I want you to watch.
You’re getting so hard it hurts right now and you’re enjoying having me put on
a show for you.”

“That’s exactly what I meant.” He leaned back and folded his
arms. “I meant you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t take my eyes
off you. Nor do I want to. I want to watch you come, Tracy. Later, when I’m the
one getting you off, I’m going to be too goddamn turned-on myself to really see
you. Let me see you now, baby. Let me see what you look like when you come.”

As he spoke, Tracy began stroking her clit again. She caught
her breath at a jolt of pleasure that shot through her from her own touch and
imagined how much more intense it would have been if Darin’s hand was the one
touching her there. She breathed more heavily as the pleasure built again to a
higher level than before.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Tell me what you like, baby.”

“I like playing with myself.” Her eyelids closed and she
forced them open again. “I like having you watch me make myself feel so good.
It’s fucking hot having you look at me like that.” She pressed harder against
her clit and a small cry escaped her before she could stop it.

“You’re so close,” he murmured. “You want to come for me,
don’t you?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes again as her climax built. She
wanted nothing to distract her from the physical sensations coursing through her.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “Let me see you.”

Reluctantly she opened her eyes again and found that looking
at Darin only added to the pleasure. Her own excitement was mirrored in his
gaze, in the way his eyes shone and his smile. She rubbed her clit harder for a
few seconds then stopped to thrust her fingers inside her wetness, then
returned to her clit. Her orgasm was so close, just out of reach, and if she
didn’t come soon she would lose her mind.

And then it crashed over her so hard she almost lost her
balance and had to clutch her chair with her free hand to keep from falling.
She cried out as the ecstasy rolled through her. Her pussy contracted and she
could hardly breathe.

Through it all she managed to keep her eyes focused on
Darin. He watched her with an expression of mingled lust and triumph as she
trembled through the climax and the aftershocks that immediately followed. Her
hand left her pussy and she wanted to sit but wasn’t sure she could coordinate
herself that much until the climax faded.

“That was fucking gorgeous.” Darin rose from his chair and
went to Tracy. He smoothed her skirt down and put his arms around her. “I think
we should finish our meal now. Even though the food’s probably cold.”

She gaped at him. After what she’d just done to turn him on,
he could only think about food. So much for making him as horny as she was.

He grinned. “Don’t look at me like that. Believe me, I want
you more than ever. I could bend you right over this chair and fuck you right
now without even thinking about it. And I want to. But I’m enjoying taking my
time with you. We have all night, don’t we?”

“I don’t have anywhere else to be.” She forced herself to
sound casual although she hadn’t completely caught her breath.

“Nor do I.” He gently guided her back into her chair. “So
let’s finish eating and then see what other trouble I can get you into. See how
many more times I can make you come for me before I finally fuck your hot, sexy
cunt.” He paused. “Does that word offend you?”

She shook her head. The rush of desire that hit her when he
growled the word proved it didn’t bother her in the slightest. “Not at all.”

“Good.” He kissed her temple and returned to his seat. “The
potatoes are good. Let’s see how the chicken tastes.”

Tracy’s mind whirled and she found herself unable to return
her attention to the food on her plate when such a sexy man sat across from
her. She was still trembling slightly and wanted nothing more than to go to him
and sit on his cock right there at the table. She could if she wanted to. She
had chosen to let him take control, and she could choose to take it back.

But she stayed in her chair. Her need to be fucked was so
strong she could taste it, but she would wait. She needed Darin’s domination
too; she hadn’t realized how badly until she’d tasted it. Now she wished she’d
sought it sooner. This was what she’d vaguely sensed—and even more vaguely
understood—in college. His domination and her own submission. The fear of both
had kept her distanced from him for six years, while she’d dated a string of
men who were appealing and good in bed but never quite touched her deeply
enough that she’d wanted to stay with them.

She’d decided to take a chance tonight, and now she knew
what had been lacking with those other men. The quality she’d feared in herself,
the submission, had needed someone like Darin. No, not “someone like”; she had
needed him. And having given in to him and to her own desires, she wouldn’t
back out. She sensed that part of the fun for Darin was seeing how far he could
push her before she either begged or tried to take over. She would let the game
go on as long as she could stand it.

“The chicken should be pretty good,” she said. “It’s a
family recipe. My father was a gourmet cook although he didn’t do it
professionally.”

Disappointment fleeted through Darin’s expression and Tracy
knew she’d been right. He was trying to make her beg. She wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction.

For several minutes they ate and chatted about their jobs
and lives. The fire raging inside Tracy barely abated. Even though she’d come
she wanted more and she wanted it from Darin, not her own hand. From the way
Darin looked at her, eyes gleaming, she suspected he wanted to move things
along as well. It took all her effort not to give in and plead with him to fuck
her, but as he’d said they had all night. And she wanted him to be the one to
beg.

Finally he pushed his plate away and stood. “Stand up.” His
voice was perfectly calm, almost bland, but he spoke with an air of confidence
and command that made Tracy shiver.

“We aren’t finished eating, are we?” she asked innocently.

“We are now.” He leaned over and took her plate. “Stand up.”

With a sense of triumph, Tracy stood. He’d given in before
she had and that was exactly what she’d wanted.

He walked around the table and without a word bent her over
the back of her chair so roughly she gasped. “Hold on to that,” he said.

His roughness turned her on more than his commands had, even
while it frightened her a bit. She gripped the back of the chair with both
hands. “What are you doing?”

“What you want.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist. “I’m
going to fuck you right to the brink.”

He ran his finger along her wet slit and she shivered with
the heat of his touch. He brushed her swollen clit but didn’t linger there,
instead thrusting two fingers hard into her. She tightened around his fingers
and moaned, “Oh fuck!”

“Yes.” He fucked her with his fingers for a moment, striking
her sweet spot more than once until she was ready to scream. She needed to come
and he clearly had no intention of letting her. Just as she reached the brink
he withdrew from her. “That’s a hell of a sight. You bent over that chair, your
pussy just waiting for me to use it. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to
fuck that sweet cunt until I come? You’ve already had your turn, after all.”

“You’d better be joking.” She started to stand up but his
hands on her shoulders forced her to stay in position. She settled for glaring
at him over her shoulder. “You can’t stop me from coming again.”

“Oh, can’t I? I could take that as a challenge. When a Dom
tells a sub not to come, she doesn’t come. Not unless she wants to be
punished.” He grinned. “But I won’t punish you tonight. We aren’t there yet,
and I don’t want to scare you off before you know everything I can do for you.
If you come again I’ll take it as a compliment to my skills.” He moved directly
behind her and gripped her hips. “Should I take you now, Tracy? Are you ready
for my cock?”

Oh, am I ever ready!
She was wet and aching for him
and wanted nothing more than to have him shove his thick cock into her. But she
had enough control left to ask, “Protection?”

“Of course.” He took his hands off her and after a couple of
seconds she heard a small ripping sound. Then his cock touched her ass. “I’m
protected. And I’m going to fuck you now.”

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hips again
and slammed his cock into her so hard it took her breath away. He pulled her
back against him each time he thrust forward, fucking her fast and hard enough
that even her grip on the chair barely kept her on her feet. She cried out his
name and words she rarely spoke and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you like this,” he said, his breath hot on her neck.
“This is what you had planned when you asked me to come over here tonight,
isn’t it?” He punctuated the question with an even harder thrust. “God, you’re
so fucking tight, Tracy. Tell me what you like, baby.”

“I like—” A low moan interrupted her words. The man expected
her to speak when he was sending her spiraling toward an explosion. He had a
lot more faith in her than she had. “Oh fuck, Darin!”

“Tell me what you like.” He stilled. “Or I’ll stop. I want
to hear you talk to me, baby.”

He couldn’t stop now. She was too close. She pushed back
against him and he smacked her ass. “I didn’t say you could move. Tell me.”

“I like fucking you,” she gasped. He started fucking her
again and she moved against him, trying to make him go faster. He held a slow
pace and she realized she wasn’t getting out of this. She didn’t go for dirty
talk usually but if he wanted it she would give it to him. “I like your big,
hard cock in my cunt. I like you holding me and making me fuck you.”

“Does it feel good?” He picked up his pace. “Because to me
it feels fucking incredible. I should have just taken you in college when I
wanted to instead of waiting so long to get my cock into you. But waiting makes
it better. This is better than all my fantasies.”

“It feels so good.” She moaned again as one of his thrusts
hit just the right spot inside her. “God, yes, do that again!”

“Are you going to come, baby?” He reached around her to
flick her clit. The contact nearly sent her over the edge. “Yes, you are. Tell
me, baby.”

“I’m going to come.” She was so close she couldn’t think
clearly enough to talk, yet she knew if she didn’t speak he would stop again.
That would drive her insane. She needed him to keep fucking her. Needed the
release he could give her.

That was what she could say to him. “Please. I need to come.
You’re making me feel so good, if I don’t come I’ll go crazy. Please keep
fucking me. Please make me come!”

“That’s good.” He rubbed her clit. “That’s what I like to
hear. How close are you?”

“So fucking close!” She cried out wordlessly as he brought
her even closer to the edge. “Please!”

And then the orgasm hit. She bucked and shouted Darin’s name
as pleasure so intense it took away all conscious thought hit her. Her body was
on fire; her mind was gone. She knew nothing except that her new lover was
still fucking her, still sending the peak of ecstasy higher and higher until
she thought she might black out from the intensity. She moaned his name again.
His finger on her clit was painful now. “Stop! Please!”

He quickly took his finger away and stilled inside her. She
panted for breath and leaned over the chair, trying to hold herself up because
her legs shook so much she didn’t think they could do the job anymore. Her
pussy contracted with an aftershock and she bucked again.